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«The next Kazantips will be on Mars» — the slogan of one of the KaZantip festivals. If you look at what remains at the venue of this largest rave, then it is quite possible to believe. Now there is an empty beach, a lake in which everything is pink — water, algae, moss, bushes, grass. Further — the sea and smoldering embodied fantasies. It seems that someone gave strange troubled children a magic pencil that enlivens all the painted toys and makes them gigantic. And then he was frightened of the awkward metal locust, the robot jumping on a motorcycle, the flying saucers and those who were about to appear in the empty tents, — clicked their fingers — and everything froze. But such a pencil never existed. Someone loved their fantasies so much that he built everything themselves. And now these dreams are standing next to each other by the sea, like beautiful tombstones in ancient cemeteries, which are often visited not by the relatives of the dead, but by the curious or those who would like to be the same, but think that they were born at the wrong time.